Timeless - A Larry Stylinson FanFiction

Chapter 25

“Marilyn, you’ve set a lovely party,” Florence congratulated her sister, grasping her gloved hands in her own.

“I’m delighted that you’re pleased,” Marilyn replied, a smile spread across her face. “I do hope the other guests find my display just as exciting.”

The ladies of the town choir were standing on milk crates lined with fresh roses, just waiting to begin their beautiful songs. “Not until the guests begin to arrive,” Marilyn had instructed them, and so be it. They waited with an aura of whimsy floating above their heads, a halo just teetering on the edge of the feathers that decorated their curled hair. They buzzed with song, and grew impatient as time went on.

Finally, as if summoned by a wish, the first guests arrived to the meadow.

“Ah, Clarice!” Marilyn squealed, floating ever so daintily across the lengthy green grass at her feet. “I do thank you ever so much for coming.”

“It is an honor to have been invited!” Clarice replied, fanning herself as her gentleman escort locked his arm through hers. Theodore was his name, a burly young man of only 20 years, but having a mustache that added at least another ten to his age. He was the local lumberer, a man worthy of his reputation. He was strong, heavyset, and ever so loyal to his lady.

The choir began their song, a melody from the 1800s that Marilyn loved oh so much. She had demanded it be sung at least a few times throughout the night, and the ladies of the choir thought it best to set the mood with the song at the earliest possible hour.

Guests filed in left and right then, so much so that Marilyn could not keep track of those that arrived and those that have yet to make their appearance.

Florence went to comfort her sister, seeing as she looked very overwhelmed with greeting everyone.

“I could take over if you wish,” she told Marilyn, placing a hand on her shoulder. “After all, the bartender just arrived and I’m sure he needs your help setting up his station.”

“Oh dear, that would be lovely!” Marilyn replied, taking her skirt up in her hands as she

walked over to the tall lad who would be serving the beverages for the night. Florence giggled lightly at her sister, watching her from far eyes as she smiled and laughed, full of joy over what she had planned.

Oh, how Florence longed to see the rich Styles boy arrive, surely clad in the most magnificent outfit and ready to take her up on his arm. Unless, of course, there was another lady in his life, which then by all means Florence had no right to intrude. A girl could only hope for so much as a chance.

Looking around at the party was a divine sight to behold. Couples walking to and fro, talking by the water, some ladies daring to walk close enough to be splashed by it.

Florence, on the other hand, was standing by herself, taking in the sights rather than taking part in the festivities.

There were streamers cut from paper strung through the trees all around, hanging tall above the heads of the guests. Lights were on the fences, glowing softly and reflecting off the blue green pond water. A band had just arrived; trumpets and saxophones beginning to play the most exquisite of tunes to the beat of the guests’ hearts.

Ladies in flapper dresses arrived, swaying back and forth for handsome men seated on rocks in front of them. They lined up their moves with the band playing just next to the group, happy to provide music for the dancing dames. Some of their dresses were white, some black, but all of them were positively striking.

Florence glanced down at the bright red dress she wore, one that had been her mother’s when she was but a girl. Marilyn thought she looked dashing, but oh how Florence desired to cover her body in a dress like those the flappers wore. She could dance for handsome lads, and hopefully be taken home on the arm of the most charming gentleman. It surely would have been more pleasurable than glowing with jealousy from a distance.